this is the death poem
crying
growing
learning
knowing
aging
dying
this is the death poem
futile
trying to capture
life and death
creation and destruction
in a few simple words
in a few simple lines
but it's always done
and this is me doing it
this is the death poem
we watch
as the lives of those around us
are wasted
and toiled away
cant take our eyes away
like a train crash
we say "man
i'm glad i'm not
like them
i've got a life"
you are
you don't
and they're watching yours
just the same as you watching
theirs
and they're saying
the same thing you are
this is the death poem
and we grow
keep saying "man
i'm glad i'm not
like them..."
say it so much
you start to
really
belive it
then you die
your dead
without ever living
this is the death poem
and then what
heaven
hell
nothing
or maybe your caught in limbo
jerking off to
the sound of the death march
for eternity
this is the death poem
dont't try to
find meaning in this
there is none
just take it for
what
it
is
this is the death poem
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Frank, this is really thought-provoking. You are a very great writer, and I really like reading this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis kind of reminds me of The Hollow Men! I love it though, it brings up really interesting ideas and you have a way of staying true to your matter of fact voice while still making the words flow poetically which is really cool. nice job!
ReplyDeleteI think Leigha is right, it has that tone of Hollow Men. It also reminds me of the existentialism of Camus. As always, your voice comes through.
ReplyDeletewell I never commented on this one I guess, but I have read it a bunch of times. I love this. The repetition works really well and I looove the ending - it kind of reminds me of the ending of mine, actually. Your poetry is always so exciting to read because it's so different, and this is just another reflection of that. I really enjoyed it.
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